by Jordan Marie
I kiss her, because there are no words that I can give to say what I want to. Then I release her wrists and pull back so just my tip is inside her. I’m on my knees now, and I lift her ass and pull her down on my cock, watching as I disappear out of sight. Fucking phenomenal. I repeat that several times, enjoying the feel, the angle, and the way my dick scrapes against the walls of her pussy. It slowly drives Dani crazy as she starts lifting her body up higher, bracing herself on her elbows. She’s doing her best to thrust herself back and forth, but I have my hands on her ass, and I’m doing the work here. I’m the one allowing her to have, what I choose to give her.
“Zander!” she growls, and I can’t help but smile.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I ask, slowing my thrusts and tilting my hips to the side so that it hits her differently with each slow glide.
“I need you to stop torturing me and give me your dick, please…” she says, and she does in fact sound desperate.
I support her with only one hand and take my free one to move my finger against the swollen lips of her pussy. My thumb searches and finds the hard distended nub of her clit. It pulsates, and I smile as I push hard against it and then let up, petting the pretty button in reward. Her hips jerk up, elongating the reach of my cock inside of her. I take over controlling everything and enjoy the show, never speeding up my movements as my fingers dig into her thighs. It makes me feel every inch the conqueror and possessor of her and her body.
Her head is thrashing back and forth; her whimpers have become unintelligible.
“Do you get it yet, Dani? Do you get that you’re mine? That I’m never fucking letting you go?”
She doesn’t respond, well other than a moan when my cock thrusts back inside. This time however, I don’t withdraw. I stay lodged completely inside of her and adjust her legs so they wrap around my back, and then I stretch back over her body, my eyes seeking hers. Her hands come up to my face, touching me softly. So fucking softly, they almost feel as if she’s praising me. I can’t remember another woman ever touching me with such gentleness. Her dark eyes are shining with emotion, and it’s all directed at me.
“I love you, Zander. As long as you are with me, I am where I belong.”
Her words touch places in me that I didn’t even realize were raw, and they heal. I should give her sweet words now, but they’re all jumbled up in my brain. All I can think is…mine.
My voice is hoarse with emotion and love, so much fucking love for this woman. I know that she’s sunk so deep inside that she’s more than a piece of me. She’s all of me. She owns every inch of me, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
“Hold on, Hellcat. Hold on tight and never let go,” I order, and with every lunge inside of her it pushes her up on the mattress. Her heels lock against my ass, as she takes my body into hers over and over. Her nails bite into my back, and I hiss at the sweet sting of pain.
“Give it to me, Zander. I’ll hold on, I’ll always hold on to you, Cowboy. Always.”
I take her promise and we finish our ride together—just as it should be.
Epilogue
Dani
Two weeks later
“Hellcat! Where are you?” I hear Zander yell, as the screen door to the house we’ve been staying in slams. We’ve been living in the house that the Savage Brothers’ owned on the lake. It’s been a good place. It has felt like home, but today we’re moving out. I’m nervous, but I know that with Zander, any place will be great. We bought a home on Cherokee Lake and it’s beautiful. It’s everything I have ever wanted. It’s on the water with a large deck for club gatherings or just me and Zander relaxing in the evening. It’s homey, and it feels…peaceful.
Zander decided to stay on as Diesel’s Vice President. I’m not sure what made him decide to leave Dragon and his crew, but when he asked what I thought, I left the decision completely up to him. All I could give him was the truth—I’d be okay no matter where we ended up, as long as we were together.
Diesel has been having personal problems. He had an old lady who died a few months ago, and left him with a little boy. The sweetest little boy I’ve ever met in my life. From all accounts, his mother sucked, but it makes me sad that the little guy will never get the chance to know his mother’s love. Diesel asked Zander to come in and help watch over the club, while he devoted more time to his son, Ryan. I think it’s good. Zander likes the men, and I’m even fitting in with the other old ladies, especially Brenda, Copper’s old lady. She’s not Nic, but we have bonded. Life here is just…good. Really good.
“In here, Cowboy,” I yell back, packing up the last of our clothes in the suitcases. I smile as his arms come around me, I straighten up and feel Zander push up against me. He burrows into the side of my neck, and I tilt to the side to give him more room, my hands resting on his.
“I missed you,” he whispers, biting on my neck, and I know he’s leaving another mark. He says he feels the need to mark me every day, so I never forget who I belong to.
That will never happen, but I like looking in the mirror and seeing the small bruises from his loving. I wear them proudly.
“You’ve only been gone an hour, Zander,” I tell him on a sigh, as he sucks the lobe of my ear into his mouth, his warm breath sends delicious chill bumps over my skin.
“Hellcat, I miss you the minute you leave my arms,” he grumbles, and I can’t argue, because I feel the same. “Are you ready to roll?” he asks.
“Ready as I’ll ever be. Are you sure this is what you want, Cowboy?”
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. This is it, Hellcat. This is where we’re supposed to be.”
“Did you talk to Dragon?” I ask him, because that’s the only misgiving I have. Dragon, Dancer, and Bull are Zander’s family, the only ones he’s ever claimed as family. He loves them. So, having him decide to just leave them makes me nervous.
“Yeah, sweetheart. Quit worrying everything is good. We’re meeting them in Vegas in two weeks for the wedding.”
“Nicole still has no idea?” I ask, turning around to hug him close.
“Nope, so don’t be giving it away next time you and her have one of those two-hour long conversations.”
“Hey, I don’t get to see her, so we have to have our weekly catch up chats.”
His rough fingers brush the side of my face, his thumb brushing back and forth at the top of my cheekbone. “Sweetheart? Are you going to be okay with this? I don’t want to take you away from Nic. If you want to stay in Kentucky…”
I stop him with the touch of my fingers against his lips. I laugh as he instantly sucks them into his mouth. I frown for just a second as I catch a glimpse at the missing pinky. Most days I don’t notice it and it doesn’t bother me. Zander has made it clear it doesn’t bother him. I shake it off. It’s just one more shadow of the past that I fight from time to time. Zander is my tomorrow—my future. I don’t know what the future holds, but I know that we’re together in it and as long as I have that…I have everything…
“Hellcat?”
I shake off my thoughts and smile up at him.
“I love you, Alexander Dawson.”
“Ugh, that name,” he jokes. He’s happy. You can see it all over him. I make him happy.
“It’s beautiful,” I argue, shaking my head at him. “The point is, you are my future. I have Nic, I’ll always have her. You though aren’t my family, you’re everything to me. You are the one person in this life I couldn’t survive without. I’m good, as long as you’re with me.”
“Then let’s get to our new home. We have a lot of work to do.”
“Work? Zander the house was completely done and our furniture was moved in two days ago! We can’t work, the club is coming over tomorrow. I need a day to relax.”
“Sorry Hellcat, but you don’t get that today. I’m on a mission.”
“A mission? Already? Are you going out of town?”
“Nope. I’m going to fuck my woman in every room of our new home. The
n I’m going to eat her sweet little snatch outside, under the stars, by the water until she begs me to stop.”
Heat and electricity run through my body at his words.
“Well what are you waiting for, Cowboy? I ask him, grabbing a suitcase, which he takes out of my hand, while grabbing the other one. I let him get away with it. I’ve learned with Zander to just let the He-Man tendencies take over—they usually lead to really good places.
“You just want me for my dick,” he grumbles walking out of our old bedroom.
“Well that and your tongue…” I joke.
“I’ll show you my tongue, damn it.”
“I’m counting on it Cowboy. I’m counting on it.”
Turn the page for a never seen before Bonus Epilogue of Dani & Crusher and find out where they are now!
Bonus Scene
Crusher & Dani
“Hellcat! Where are you?” I call out, moving through the house as I go. Fuck, it’s been years since I came so close to losing Dani and I still panic when I can’t find her. I don’t think I’ll ever get over that feeling. It might make a man a pussy to admit fear, but losing Dani is a fear that I doubt I’ll ever get over. “Damn it, Dani!” I growl, having gone through the entire house and not finding her. It’s only when I get to our bedroom that I begin to breathe easier.
Our bedroom has a door that leads out to a private screened in porch that overlooks Cherokee Lake. There’s a ceiling fan and a large, cushioned outdoor bed that Dani uses to read, and sometimes to sleep on. Hell over the years we’ve probably used that bed more than the one in our bedroom.
The sun is coming up over the lake and the sky is a brilliant array of colors and hues of blues, purples, pinks, oranges and white. It’s gorgeous, but it pales compared to the beauty of my woman who is standing with her back to me, watching the sunrise. In the time that we’ve been together, she’s only gotten prettier. She’s come into herself, comfortable with who she is and she feels safe… If I never do anything else in my life, I know I’ve given her that and I’m satisfied.
“Isn’t it awful early for you to be cursing me already, Cowboy?” she asks, turning to look at me and smiling. Her smile makes my stomach clench in hunger and my heart beat double time. Just a simple thing, but it brings me so much joy that it’s hard to describe.
“I couldn’t find you,” I mutter, walking out to her. She immediately turns into my arms and wraps her arms around me. She strains up to kiss me briefly on the lips and then pulls back. Her beautiful brown eyes are sparkling. They do often, usually when she’s mad—but it’s not anger in them today.
“I’m always here, Zander,” she whispers. “I’d never leave you,” she says and she puts her ear to my heart and her fingers bite into my skin, as she holds me close.
“You’re sad,” I sigh, kissing the top of her head.
“I’m just worried over Ryan. He’s out there… alone.”
I nod in reply. There’s not much I can say to make her feel better. She’s talking about my President Diesel’s son. Diesel left the Savage Brothers, putting me in charge. He wanted to go dark and make it hard for enemies to find his boy. The plan didn’t really work since Diesel was left for dead somewhere in Montana and Ryan has gone missing. Diesel is still in a critical care unit in Montana. It’s all a big mess. A big fucked up mess.
“We’ll find him Hellcat. You know me, I’m not going to give up until I have him back here safe and sound.”
“I do know that,” she says, pulling away so she can look up at me. “If anyone can do it, it will be you,” she says and they aren’t just empty words, my woman has complete faith in me—probably more than I deserve.
“How’s Dakota dealing with Ryan missing?” I ask her and her body tenses for a minute.
“He misses him. They’re brothers in all the ways that count except blood. He’s spending a lot of time with his girlfriend.”
I grin despite myself. “Hellcat—”
“Don’t you tell me he’s old enough to have a girlfriend. I don’t want to hear it,” she mumbles.
“I don’t want to tell you what I was doing when I hit my teen years,” I joke.
“That’d be a good thing. If you tell me, it might give me a headache tonight.”
“Dani—”
“And every other night,” she grumbles under her breath.
“That will never happen, darlin’, you like what we do in bed together as much as I do,” I laugh.
“Ugh. I do, but you’re entirely too cocky, Cowboy.”
“That’s your fault though. A man can’t help but be cocky when he was a woman like you by his side.”
“You always were such a smooth talker,” Dani murmurs, sliding her hand along the side of my face and looking at me tenderly. It’d be a beautiful moment, if there wasn’t so much sadness in her eyes.
“We’ll find him, Dani. I promise,” I tell her, making a vow I have every intention of keeping.
Dani has kept Ryan almost as much as Diesel has. Ryan won her heart when we first moved here and Dani became a mom to him, when the child desperately needed one. Dakota is older than Ryan, but he too bonded with the little boy right away.
Being in Tennessee has been good for Dani. I knew it would be. She’s found a home here and having Ryan and Dakota has allowed her to be the mother she always deserved to be. We’ve adopted more children after Dakota too. We’re in the process of trying to adopt another little girl. That will make five and I think we’ve decided to stop after that. I’d like some alone time with my wife before we get too damn old to enjoy being alone. Dani is happy. Most of the time shadows of her past have completely disappeared. Every now and then something will rear its ugly head and I work hard at beating it back down. With a past like Dani’s she’ll probably always have some ghosts. Her biggest one is thinking she doesn’t deserve to be loved. I can’t make her understand that without her, I wouldn’t want to be here. She’s the air in my fucking lungs.
She brings both her hands up along the side of my face, holding me and stares at me. Our gazes are locked and our heartbeats are practically beating in time to one another.
“If anyone can get Ryan back alive, Zander, I know you can. You can do anything, sweetheart.”
“Dani—”
“You saved me when I didn’t want saving. You gave me a life I’m thankful for every day. You’re my hero, Zander.”
“Damn it, Hellcat, you’re going to make me late.”
“Huh? I thought you weren’t going to Montana this time and were sending Ice and Fury instead?” she says.
“I am, but I’m driving them to the airport. We have to leave in thirty minutes.”
“Then I don’t understand, Cowboy, I—”
“There’s no way I’m leaving here without fucking you now.”
“I…” she stops and her eyes widen as she watches me take off my cut. “You’re serious?” she asks, as I toss my cut onto a chair. I pull off my T-shirt with a grin.
“Get to strippin’ woman. I don’t have all day here.”
“So you’re saying I’m going to get a quicky?” she laughs, but she’s already taking off the loose dress she’s wearing.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re so worn out you nap and when you wake up, I’ll be back to give you more,” I tell her and that’s the second vow I’ve given her today that I intend to keep.
“Don’t just stand there, Zander. Get to moving and put your money where your mouth is,” she urges, standing in front of me in nothing but a bra and panties.
I don’t look away as she starts to unhook the bra. Her fingers tremble. She’s still more than a little self-conscious about her body even after all this time. Her scars mean nothing to me, except reminders of how I almost lost part of my soul, but she thinks they make her less beautiful… less valuable.
Maybe someday I can make her see there’s nothing about her—not one thing—I would change.
By the time she has the bra off, I’m naked and waiting.
I’m not taking the time for her to get rid of her panties. I’ll get those myself. Instead, I grab her and throw us down on the soft mattress below. She squeals and laughs—the sound, at least for now, all joy.
“You’re crazy, Cowboy,” she murmurs, kissing me.
I suck on her lips and when we break apart, my hands are already pushing her panties down her body.
“Crazy for you, Hellcat. Completely crazy for you.”
Trusting Bull
Prologue
Skye
I look at the man on my exam table. I shouldn’t be attracted to him. I mean, he’s good looking, so he would catch any woman’s eye. He’s tall and has arm porn that would make any woman weak in the knees. He’s got an aura of danger about him, and a bad boy vibe that goes on for miles. That’s not why I shouldn’t be interested in him though. No, that reason is pretty much summed up in one sentence.
“You have gonorrhea, Mr. Kane.”
“That’s not fucking possible.”
“I’m afraid it is, the good news, is that despite your lapse in judgment, it is curable. However, I would suggest we test you for other sexually transmitted diseases, including HIV.”
“I don’t fucking have AIDS lady.”
I frown at his reply. It’s not the first time I’ve dealt with a belligerent patient, but after working for thirty-six hours straight, I’m just not in the mood.
“Mr. Kane, have you or have you not been having sex?”
“Yes doctor, but I always wrap my shit up. So, I’m telling you, your goddamn diagnosis is wrong. Now how about you get your ass out there and find me someone who knows what the fuck they are doing around here.”
I hold my head down and let out a big breath. I rub the tension headache starting at my temple. I really should have tried to do my residency in New York. I stupidly thought the small town atmosphere of London, Kentucky was what I wanted.
